I just love forensics. It's like finding a hidden treasure on a vast island full of debri. Once you go through the data and you have no idea of what to do or how you're supposed to find something in these endless wastes of digital information you feel frustrated a bit, but once you get to the disired data and it meets your anticipation you feel like a king of the world. Guess that is somehow similar to lock picking. By the way a few days ago I've locked myself out of the room in the dorm and yes, I've opened the door with a knife pulling (or pushing?) the lock tongue. That was a relief.